so it goes... | vernon chwe
Your honeymoon turns into an impromptu road trip after running off with your best friend the day of your wedding. Your feelings have certainly changed since the surprise turn of events, but you worry that Vernon's have too and formulate a plan to get some answers.
🌑 Pairing: bestfriend!vernon (getawaycar!vernon) x runawaybride!reader
🌑 Word Count: 5.4k
🌑 Rating: 18+
🌑 Genre: Best friends to lovers, smut, fluff, minor angst
🌑 Warnings: It's angsty at the beginning 🥹, Y/N is feeling insecure about their relationship with Vernon, mention of suggestive content, explicit language, Y/N starts plotting 👀, wet™️ Vernon needs his own warning, explicit sexual content, making out, marking/biting/scratching, angst makes a brief return, Vernon has a major Y/N sensitivity kink 🤩, groping, things go 0-100 real mf quick, hair pulling, dirty talk, rough fingering, multiple orgasms (f receiving), praise, strength kink makes multiple appearances, brief oral (f receiving), mention of face riding and oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (pls be safe), rough sex, wall sex, soft fluffy moments sprinkled throughout
A/N: Decided to do a follow up to getaway car because I just really fell in love when I was writing that couple and wanted to explore their story some more. This can still be read as a standalone though without reading getaway car first. I hope you enjoy if you decide to give it a read and thank you again for all the love and support on my fics 💙
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You were going to kill Vernon. Well, maybe.
Your honeymoon turned runaway impromptu road trip with your best friend was nearly over. Soon enough, the two of you would be going back to reality, and back to face the consequences of running away from your own wedding. And running off with your best friend who’d secretly been in love with you for years.
These past few weeks with Vernon had been great, really. Driving endlessly with no real destination in mind, spending each night in a different town. Just like you’d always talked about back when you were teenagers. Two partners in crime and their getaway car.
It had all been so perfect. Except, you were starting to be convinced that maybe Vernon wasn’t quite as into you as you had both thought prior to your wedding escape.
To be fair, you were still coming into your own feelings. But you could feel them growing stronger with each passing day that you spent with him. You knew you wanted him, wanted this. And you’d thought Vernon had felt the same. Especially since his feelings had had a much longer history than yours did.
Which was why you’d felt so puzzled by the fact that during your time together, the two of you hadn’t gone any further than heavy making out and curious, but tentative, touches.
Vernon had always sparked a warmth inside you. He just made you feel safe and comfortable. At home. But when his lips were on you, his hands roaming your body, the only thing you felt was heat. Hot and blinding and all consuming.
Initially, you’d understood the mutual hesitation to rush into anything too much too soon. But now that you’d spent all this time together, and your feelings were more than mutual, giving into that desire, that craving, just felt natural. It felt right.
Vernon must have felt differently though because he always initiated the deescalating of every physical encounter that you’d had over the last couple of weeks. You’d be lying if you said it hadn’t made you absolutely melt inside every time that he had opted instead to just hold you in his arms. You’d found that you just loved being close to him.
But there was also a part of you that was absolutely burning for him. So bad you almost couldn’t stand it. You wanted him. Wanted to know him inside and out. Learn his sounds of pleasure. His expressions of ecstasy. You wanted to be on your knees for him. Ready, willing, and at his mercy.
Part of you was terrified that maybe now that he’d had what he’d wanted all those years, you hadn’t lived up to expectations and he’d changed his mind about you. Maybe he just didn’t want you the same way you wanted him. Not anymore…
Your heart sank slightly as you stared down at your open suitcase. Your mind had drifted while you’d been packing. Vernon had gone out to make sure his car was ready to drive back home tomorrow. Leaving you alone in the hotel room with your racing thoughts and a bag of half worn clothes.
You laughed drily as your hand smoothed over all the lingerie gifted to you at your bridal shower. With how fast everything had happened the day of the wedding, you really hadn’t had time to repack before Vernon swung you by your place to grab your bag on the way out of town.
You recalled seeing his cheeks flush briefly when one of the garments had slipped out onto the floor in front of him. You still hadn’t been able to figure out if the reaction was because of the lingerie itself or because it was your lingerie. It wasn’t like he had given you any kind of indication that he would want to see you in it.
He’d seemed so confident and sure when he’d grabbed you and kissed you the day of your wedding. For fucks sake, the two of you had literally fallen out through the window and onto the grass with how desperate you’d been to get closer to each other. You could still picture his cute, little, surprised face poking out from underneath all the layers of your massive wedding dress. Even then, seeing him underneath you had made you feel some type of way.
Your mind was exhausted. It felt like you had been going round and round about this for hours at this point. It was your last night together, and you really didn’t want it to be ruined by the fears and overthinking plaguing you. You stopped to think for a moment. Really think.
Vernon had gotten extremely flustered right before the first time he’d kissed you, and even a few more times since then. He had always had somewhat shy tendencies ever since you were kids. Maybe he was lacking the confidence to initiate taking things any further. Maybe the initiating would have to be up to you…
You lifted up one of the black lacy garments that was still clutched in your hand, an idea quickly forming inside your head. After all, you still had one more night.
You were sitting on the edge of the bed, leg bouncing anxiously as you waited for the sound of Vernon turning the handle to signal his return. You were so worked up with nerves, that when the door did finally open, you jumped and your phone slipped from your hands and went clattering to the floor.
“Shit, sorry!” Vernon exclaimed as he made his way farther into the room, “Did I scare you?”
“S-Sorry. I think I was just a little spaced out.” you quickly replied before reaching down to retrieve your phone.
Vernon took a seat beside you on the bed, his knee lightly brushing against your own. You saw the worry swimming in his big, brown eyes when he turned to look at you, “Hey, did something happen?”
You shook your head, trying to make an effort to calm yourself. You felt Vernon’s hand on your cheek a moment later, gently cradling the side of your face.
“I’ve known you pretty much my whole life, and I know when something’s wrong. What’s the matter?” he pressed softly, thumb stroking across your skin.
“Nothing, it’s just…” you trailed off, your words escaping you.
Vernon’s eyes searched your face, a small frown pulling at his lips.
“Just what?”
Your next words came out in a rush, catching him off guard.
“Can we get dressed up and go out to dinner tonight?”
The cutest puzzled expression took over Vernon’s features, and he let out a nervous laugh.
“That’s what had you so worked up? Asking me if we can go to dinner?”
You smiled sheepishly, “Can we? Since it’s our last night together like this.”
Vernon closed the space between you to press a kiss to your forehead, and your skin warmed under his mouth.
“Sure. I would love to take you out to dinner, on a proper date.”
You felt the stupidest grin take over your face at his words.
“That sounds perfect. Why don’t you shower and get ready, and I’ll get dressed, and then we can go?” you suggested before pecking his lips.
It happened so fast that you were convinced you might have just imagined it. But for a split second you had felt Vernon’s hand on the back of your neck, snaking into your hair and trying to pull you closer. He retreated just as quickly though, leaving you feeling extremely confused yet again. You tried your best to shake it off as you watched him grab some clothes and disappear into the bathroom. Besides, you still needed to get ready yourself.
You had just finished tying your black, silk robe around yourself, seated at the foot of the bed with your legs crossed over each other, when Vernon emerged from his shower. Your mind immediately emptied itself at the sight of him standing there, wavy, chestnut locks dripping onto the floor below as he fumbled with the buttons of his black dress shirt. You could literally make out the water droplets scattered across his broad chest.
You were about to start drooling, and you honestly didn’t even care if he ended up catching you gawking at him. It was taking everything in you not to rush him from your spot across the room. When he finally turned to look at you, his hands froze over one of his buttons, and his eyes went wider than you had ever seen them. You giggled, satisfied that you had managed to surprise him, “You okay, Nonie?”
“I, uh, is that, um, is that what you’re wearing to dinner?” he stuttered out, a light blush already starting to creep up his cheeks.
“Actually,” you said, rising to your feet and making a show of undoing the tie holding your robe closed, “I think I’d rather eat in tonight.”
You let the material drop off your shoulders and to the floor, leaving you in the lacy, black lingerie set you had on underneath. You heard a strangled sound escape Vernon, his mouth opening and closing several times, but no words ever actually coming out. The man was literally speechless, and you felt a surge of confidence shoot through you.
You sauntered over to him, his eyes never leaving your figure as they hungrily drank you in. He inhaled sharply when your arms wound around the back of his neck, nails just slightly scratching against his skin. His own hands settled tentatively on your hips, and you could feel the way he was shaking.
You pushed up on your toes to press your lips to his jaw, nipping along his skin as you did so.
“Fuck.” Vernon shuddered out, his fingers just barely starting to dig into your skin.
You smirked against him before increasing the pressure of your mouth, determined to leave more than a few marks. Vernon’s hands spasmed at your sides, and you felt the vibration of his groan as it left his throat, “I swear, you are going to be the death of me.”
You just smiled again, hands leaving his neck to instead begin undoing his shirt.
“I want you, Vernon.” you whispered as your palms smoothed over his bare skin, and he shivered under your touch.
You clutched the sides of his open shirt, finally looking up to meet his eyes. His breathing was still coming out shaky, and there were so many emotions swirling in his dark irises.
"Will you have me?" you asked him, voice soft as you pressed yourself closer to him.
"Y/N, wait, I, we, I don't want you to feel like this is something you have to do for me."
He sounded sad, and your hands were immediately dropping from his shirt as you took a step back from him. You casted your gaze to the floor, shoulders drooping slightly, "Do you… Do you not want me like that?"
"Whoa, hey." Vernon voiced in concern, his hands reaching out and carefully settling on your arms, "What are you talking about?"
"It's just… Every time things start to escalate between us, you pull back. I thought maybe now that you finally had what you thought you wanted that…it wasn't as good as what you'd hoped for. I wasn't as good as what you'd hoped for." you informed him, your voice on the verge of breaking.
"Y/N, look at me, please."
You slowly lifted your head, and all you could think about was how pathetic you must've looked in that moment. His hands slid down your arms, intertwining his fingers with your own.
"I want you to listen to me, okay? You're not what I hoped for. You're better. So much better. I feel like I've been living in a dream these last few weeks. And the reason I haven't let things go any further is because… God, this is embarrassing to say out loud. Because it's you. Because I've wanted this and wanted you for so long, and I'm scared that if I give in to what I want… You just, you have no idea the hold you have on me. The power you have over me. It would be way too easy for me to lose control with you. Please believe me, I've been holding myself back this entire time because I would never, ever, want to put any pressure on you, or make you feel like you were obligated to do something just because of my feelings. But it has nothing to me with me not wanting you, and I need you to know that."
Your eyes threatened to fill with tears as you let his words sink in. This man really loved you. You saw it in his eyes and heard it in his voice. He loved you.
You caught him by surprise for the second time that night. You threw yourself forward and passionately crashed your lips against his own, swallowing the startled sound that tried to leave him. You pulled back just enough to be able to speak, "I want you to listen to me now, okay?"
Vernon just stared back at you, face burning bright red, and nodded.
"I need you to know, you're not the only one with feelings anymore. These past few weeks with you have been so beyond amazing. I've loved every minute we've spent together. And this, us, it's just felt so natural and comfortable. Like this is how it was always supposed to be. Vernon, you have to understand. You're in my head. My heart. You're under my skin. And the way I feel when you touch me, and kiss me…it's unlike anything I've ever felt before."
Vernon groaned, his head tipping back, and you giggled softly.
"Fuck, you are not making this easy right now."
"So stop holding back."
The words sounded so simple leaving your mouth.
Vernon swallowed, and you could see the conflicting emotions warring across his face.
"I'll lose myself in you. I know I will." he said quietly.
"So, then, let's get lost together. I trust you, Vernon. More than anyone. Do you trust me?" you asked gently, squeezing his hands that were still clasped in your own.
"Always." he answered without missing a beat.
You took one of his hands and guided it to lay over your pounding heart.
"You have power over me too, you know."
You led his hand further down your body, and Vernon's breath hitched.
"Feel what you do to me."
You helped slide his hand between your legs, right over your dripping core.
"Fucking shit." he hissed, and you pressed his hand harder against you.
"You said I have power over you." you started, pushing up to graze your teeth against his ear, "Show me."
You heard Vernon growl, and then you were being yanked back by your hair, a gasp escaping you right before his lips descended on your own. He kissed you with a furious hunger, his tongue diving in immediately, eager to taste you.
Your mouth moved against his just as fiercely, only faltering when you felt him starting to rub you over the lace. You sighed out at the stimulation, but it quickly turned to a full on moan as Vernon's lips trailed down your jaw. He used his grip on your hair to jerk your head to the side to give him better access to your neck.
He started to walk you backwards as his mouth seared across your throat, biting and sucking until you were letting out a whimper, "Fuck, Vernon."
His tongue soothed what must've been a freshly blooming mark, and you shivered as your feet continued to carry you across the room. Vernon busied himself adding more color to your neck, and your small, breathy pants filled the room.
Your back finally met the wall, causing Vernon to pull back momentarily. His eyes darkened as they raked over your swollen lips and marked up skin. Well, he had warned you.
His hand retreated from between your legs, his thumb swiping over your tender neck a moment later, making you wince slightly in sensitivity.
"I can't believe you ever thought I wouldn't want you. Angel, you're all I've ever wanted. You're all I think about all the time." Vernon rasped out, and a fresh wave of heat washed over you.
"When I go to sleep. When I wake up. It's always you." he went on, his body pressing further in on you.
His hot breath hit your ear, and you let out a sharp gasp when you suddenly felt him, fully hard, brush against your covered core, "When my hand is wrapped around my cock, you're the only thing on my mind. Your name is the only one I'm crying out. It's all you. Always."
"Please, Vernon," you begged breathlessly, "I wanna get lost with you."
"Anything for you, angel." he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss just below your ear.
He drew back, eyes watching your face intently. His hand left your neck, and he placed it above your head, caging you in between him and the wall. You were trembling with anticipation and need, awaiting whatever came next.
His other hand dropped from your hair and slowly began trailing down your body. He stopped to cup one of your breasts in his large hand, and your body squirmed beneath him in response. His thumb swiped over your covered nipple, and a whine slipped from between your lips.
Vernon's hand traveled lower and lower, until he was once again cupping you over the lace.
"I've thought about this so many times, you know. Thought about what you would look like." he breathed, his eyes growing hazier.
His fingers dipped under the material to meet your folds, and a moan escaped you.
"What kind of sounds you would make." Vernon continued, lust clouding his voice and his features.
At this rate, you were going to come undone before he had really even done anything. Vernon hummed thoughtfully, "Looks like I finally get to find out."
Without any further hesitation, two of his long digits pushed past your walls, and you cried out.
"Fuck, angel, so tight." he hissed as he drew his fingers back out.
Vernon was biting his lip in focus as he watched his fingers disappear inside you again and again. Something about being trapped and literally just having to take everything he was giving you made all of it feel that much more heightened, and had you hurtling towards your release that much faster. Your hands scratched against the wall, trying to find purchase, when a third digit plunged inside you, curling and twisting in all the right ways.
Vernon's thumb passed over your clit, just once, and your nails dug in harder.
"Feel good, angel?" he queried, chuckling slightly.
All you could do was nod your head as you continued writhing against the wall.
"Are you gonna be a good girl and come for me?"
You clenched hard around his fingers, and Vernon swore under his breath.
"Vernon...so close…please." you panted out, and then his thumb was attending to your clit as he continued harshly fucking you with his fingers.
The only thing still keeping you standing upright at that point was his body pressing against you, pushing you harder against the wall. You felt his free hand in your hair again, tugging tightly at the strands to keep your head in place and keep you looking at him.
"Keep your eyes on me, angel. Wanna see your pretty face when you fall apart for me." Vernon voiced, his gaze piercing.
"Vernon." you moaned softly, your legs beginning to shake.
"I've got you, angel. You can let go." he coaxed gently as his fingers continuously stroked that spot inside of you.
Every part of you became impossibly tight, and then your release was coating his digits and your thighs as you gave a sudden, sharp cry. Vernon helped you ride it out, his fingers still moving slowly inside of you. You were in a daze when he finally withdrew them and just let them rest against your thigh.
"You know, all the times I thought about this, fantasizing, dreaming. They didn't come anywhere close to how unbelievably hot the real thing was."
You giggled tiredly, "Really?"
Vernon leaned forward to kiss your nose, your face scrunching up in response.
"Yes, really. That was honestly incredible. You were incredible.”
You flushed at his praise, and his hand released your hair to cup your cheek instead.
“You were incredible too. I don’t think anyone has ever made me come that fast before.” you admitted, your face burning as the words left your mouth.
“Fuck, please, angel. I’m literally holding onto my last shred of self control here.” Vernon groaned, his fingers digging in and gripping your thigh.
“No more holding back on me, okay? I want it, and I can handle it.” you said firmly, and since he was still pressed against you, you felt the way his cock twitched, even through his dress pants.
“God, I hope this set wasn’t your favorite.” he remarked, and you gave a confused laugh.
“What?”
Vernon just gave you a knowing look before lowering himself on his knees in front of you. Oh fuck. You were trying to figure out how you were going to keep yourself from sliding down the wall, when he dragged his tongue along the inside of one of your thighs, cleaning your release and making you squeal. He did the same to the other side, and your skin seared underneath his tongue.
The sensation was so distracting that you barely registered his hands gripping either side of the lace still covering you. Not until you screamed in surprise when he ripped the material with what seemed like way too minimal effort. The image of his muscles flexing beneath his shirt and the sexy look of sheer concentration on his face would definitely be imprinted on your brain for quite some time. Maybe for forever even…
“Need to taste you, angel.” Vernon murmured, giving you no time to prepare before his tongue was dipping between your folds.
“Fuck, Vernon.”
He licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit, and one of your hands shot into his hair as you slumped back against the wall.
“Fuck, you taste even sweeter than anything I ever imagined.” he mused, and you nearly crumpled at the wild look in his eyes and seeing yourself shining all over his pretty lips.
The man already looked drunk off your core, and you didn’t think you could make it through him eating you out without passing out or passing away honestly. Plus, there was something you wanted even more right now.
“Vernon.” you tried, your voice still somewhat shaky.
He paused, letting his mouth hover over your center, “What is it, angel? Oh God, do you not like being gone down on? I guess I just assumed-”
“No, no.” you cut him off, shaking your head and giving him a reassuring smile, “That’s not it at all. Trust me, it’s actually one of my favorite things. Like ever. And the thought of you doing it to me is making me die inside right now. But, there’s just something that I want even more.”
Vernon quirked a curious eyebrow at you, making you laugh.
“Can you just come back up here, please? Before I get too distracted by your mouth.” you pressed, making Vernon chuckle this time before he got back to his feet.
“Okay, okay. But tomorrow morning before we leave, you and I have breakfast plans that include you riding my face.” he insisted, licking you from his lips, and your knees threatened to buckle.
“Only if those breakfast plans include me sucking you off.” you retorted boldly, and Vernon’s eyes practically blew out.
“I’m about to tear what’s left of this thing to shreds.” he growled as his finger slipped under one of the straps of your lingerie.
“Vernon. If you don’t fuck me right now, I am actually going to lose it. You’re not the only one struggling with self control.”
He made some sort of choking sound and you saw his dick jerk in his pants once again.
“Fucking hell, angel. Are you sure? I don’t wanna do too much too soon and end up hurting you.” he said back, voice laced with concern.
You gripped his shirt once more and made him meet your eyes, “Vernon Chwe. I want you to fuck me like we’re on our honeymoon. Until the only thing I can remember is your name and the way you feel inside of me.”
You could almost see that last bit of self control slipping away. You knew it was gone completely, when, as promised, Vernon took hold of the lace still covering your top half and ripped it right down the middle. You were quickly reaching out to push his own shirt off his shoulders and onto the floor below. You only had like a few seconds to marvel at his gorgeous physique before the top of his head was filling your vision as his warm mouth wrapped around one of your exposed nipples.
You moaned freely, hands tangling in his damp hair and pulling at the strands. One of his hands harshly groped your neglected breast, kneading the flesh while his tongue flicked over your perked bud.
“Oh my God, Vernon.” you whined, and he pulled your nipple between his teeth, making your vision go white for a moment.
His mouth was determined and hungry as he trailed his way to your other breast, and you had no doubt your chest would be just as marked up as your neck was. Your nails scratched against his scalp, making Vernon moan against you. He pulled off your other nipple with a pop, a visible string of spit trailing from your bud to his mouth.
His hands went to begin undoing his pants, and you felt your mouth begin to water slightly. He made quick work of sliding down his pants and boxers in one go, his hard cock springing back up against his stomach. You suddenly understood what he had meant about doing too much too soon and accidentally hurting you because he was fucking huge.
"Holy shit, Vernon." you said in awe, and his cheeks went red in response.
"Last time I'll ask, I promise. Are you sure, angel?" he questioned once more as his eyes searched your face for any sign of hesitation.
He wasn't going to find any though because you were sure about what you wanted. And you wanted him.
"I'm positive."
“Okay, then.” he voiced, hands settling on your hips, “Jump.”
You hesitated for a split second, mostly out of fear that you would make him drop you, but then you remembered this was the person you trusted more than anyone else. Your legs left the ground, and Vernon was waiting to catch you and wrap them around his waist. He held you up with surprising ease, and you couldn’t believe you had never noticed until now just how strong he was.
He carefully positioned himself, eyes never leaving yours. He pushed you back up against the wall as he started to slowly inch inside of you. You swore at the stretch, and an apology flashed across his features as he buried himself further. You clawed at his shoulders, tears springing to your eyes as he finally bottomed out.
"Angel, you're crying." Vernon spoke up, and you could see the panic starting to flood his eyes.
You leaned down to kiss him in reassurance, "Keep going. I'm okay, baby, I promise."
You felt him twitch inside you when you let the pet name slip. It had just come out so naturally. Vernon pulled out before pushing back in, a little faster this time, and your body moved up the wall slightly. It took a few more thrusts for you to adjust to him, but then all you could feel was pleasure as it burned through you.
“Taking me so well, angel. Shit, you’re so fucking perfect. You feel like heaven around me.” Vernon praised as he quite literally fucked you into the wall.
His hands were gripping underneath your thighs so hard that you weren’t going to be surprised if you were still able to see his finger imprints on your skin in the morning. You held onto him for dear life, cradling his head against your chest and burying your fingers in his messy locks.
“Vernon, fuck.” you groaned at a particularly harsh thrust, “Feel so good, baby.”
A mix of grunts and pants filled the air as he repeatedly speared you on his cock. It felt like the two of you were going to send the entire wall crashing down from your movements. The only words currently accessible in your vocabulary were his name and various curse words.
Vernon drew back to look at you, a soft moan escaping him.
“Fucking hell, angel. You look so gorgeous, all fucked out like this.”
He was a sight to behold himself. His wavy strands were once again soaked, from sweat this time, and they kept trying to fall over his eyes with each rock of his hips into yours. The muscles in his neck were visibly strained from the exertion of fucking you. His eyes kept fluttering every so often, and you found yourself taking a moment to admire just how long and beautiful his eyelashes were. Everything about him was honestly so beautiful, and you silently cursed yourself for taking so long to see it.
Vernon slowed down his thrusts briefly so that he could grab the back of your head and pull you down to connect your mouths. Your hands scrambled for purchase on his back as the two of you made out messily. At this pace, you were able to feel all of him as he hit so deep inside you that it was starting to make you see stars. You moaned into the kiss, your body beginning to tremble in his hold.
“You feel too fucking good, angel. Gonna be the death of me.” Vernon said in between the two of you lazily chasing each other’s lips.
“Vernon…close, baby.” you sighed out, clenching tight around him.
His next stroke had you feeling like he was reaching the deepest part of you, and you raked your nails down his back as your eyes rolled back. Vernon growled against your mouth, switching his pace so that he was once again pounding you into the wall. He really hadn’t been joking about losing control with you. The man was a total beast, and the way he was fucking you felt absolutely wild. Primal. And you were so fucked out of your mind, that all you could do was take it and babble incoherently.
You felt one of his hands slide around from under your thigh, and dip instead between your legs to rub your neglected clit. You screamed, that last bit of stimulation all you needed to push yourself over the edge. You sobbed into Vernon’s mouth, and he hissed as you came all over his cock.
“Angel, fuck. Such a good girl, soaking my cock. Gonna fill you up so fucking good, I’m almost there.” he grunted out, his thrusts noticeably losing their rhythm.
It was all you could do not to just go slack in his hold as he desperately chased his own high. Vernon chanted your name over and over again, kissing any part of you he could reach. He let out a broken moan, twitching inside of you before you felt stripes of cum painting your walls.
Everything felt so hazy as he carefully set your feet back on the ground before slowly pulling out, making you wince in sensitivity.
“Still glad I didn’t hold back?” he asked teasingly, smoothing some of the hair back from your face.
You gave a tired laugh, “You know, I may not be tomorrow when I can’t walk. But for tonight, it was so fucking worth it.”
Vernon kissed you sweetly, smiling against your lips. Your chest swam with warmth. All the pieces had really just fallen into place for the two of you. Getting caught up in a moment had never felt so good.
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